As kids we loved the heroes… As adults we understand the villians.



Fate mixes the cards – and we play.



I meant to behave, but there were so many other options.



I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.



I have noticed that all wine regardless of the cost or vintage tastes the same when sipped directly out of the bottle running naked to the beach under a full and summer moon.



Bondage. It’s knot for everyone.


There is this big barrel in the garden. It is surrounded by wonderful flowers that smell as beautiful as summer. In this garden are large, ancient trees whose sprawling branches donate soothing shade. There is a wonderful peace in the garden, and this little patch of earth looks almost like a piece of forest. The dew hangs on the leaves and it smells wonderfully of wild garlic. The barrel has been standing there for as long as I can remember. It is surrounded by moss and the wood is old and rotten. The wood has already darkened and metal frames are holding everything together. Whenever it rains, the barrel fills with water a little more. It does not rain heavily these days, but over time, a high water level has accumulated. Continue reading